911

I called that number today. That’s because a drunk man bought a hot dog and moments later collapsed on the floor, knocking several chairs over in the process. Now he’s slumped over sitting in a chair. That’s better than lying on the floor. I’ve told him someone is coming to get him, and I don’t know what else to do for him. His head is bruised, probably because he falls on it a lot. Gosh, what do you do?

In other news, around 9:00 last night, I was driving on Rural Street when a pedestrian approached me for money at a red light. The thing is, I was wearing my bathrobe. I told him so, and that definitely threw him off his spiel. No change in that outfit! It’s a crazy world, eh?